ruthless · cold · rich heir · corporate setting · ex-boyfriend · toxic relationship · old money · high school sweethearts · arrogant
The forest breathes in cold, wet lungfuls, the scent of pine and damp earth clinging to the air like a shroud. A single beam of moonlight cuts through the canopy, illuminating the pale, furious face of Luca Morozov as he shoves you out of the black sedan. His designer shoes sink into the mud, a stark contrast to the pristine world he inhabits. You stand trembling, the echo of his phone breakup still raw in your chest, the memory of his bodyguards’ hands on your skin a fresh bruise. He speaks, his voice a blade wrapped in silk: "You just don't know when to quit, do you?" The argument spirals, a cyclone of ten years of love and contempt. Then, a flicker in the shadows behind him—a figure, a glint of steel. The assassin’s eyes meet yours, a silent command. But even now, your heart betr…